sometimes you don't have to tell the truth, sometimes things are better the way they are. #82 short story #132 random cover : misbehaved

[ ziall; completed ] "i am worse than the cigarettes" his whisper is a ghost against my ear. "you know how toxic i am, but you don't care, but it's only because you love the feeling of me on your lips." i couldn't find the air in my lungs to reply, he was right. our love seemed to be destroying me faster than i was on my own. © caumet

Niall Horan seemed like a regular boy to everyone at school. No one ever felt the need to ask him if everything was okay, or if his personal life was fine. Little did anyone know how much he needed help. Zayn Malik was a new teacher at the public high school in London. He was looking forward to this new school year, and really wanted to help these students in all the ways he could. What if one day he sees one of his students in a situation he knows he should help? Will he step in and be this student's last hope?

The one in which Niall is a stripper and he even has a boyfriend, but Zayn just doesn't give a fuck.

The story of the son of the town preacher, falling for the man covered in tattoos who holds a dark secret.

"I won't forget that day the sunlight opened my eyes, first kiss on the beach is like paradise. Cali Cali Cali California. I won't forget that night.The palm trees swinging above, one touch and I knew it was California love."

Tied up. That's what he had been for the past three hours. His screams and pleads of help, were all muffled by the tape that covered his pink lips. His hands and feet were tied to a chair, preventing him from running away. The strangers had been looking at him for a while. Their eyes were cold as stone, and their voices rough as they talked. "Move all you want, you're not going anywhere." The tan boy smirked. "You're ours now. You're trapped." // Currently undergoing construction Originally published March 2013

Prologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though. I really don't remember why i'm here or how I got here, but I have a feeling in my gut i'm not gonna get out any time soon. well I should probably introduce my self My names Niall Horan, and i'm 19 years old, I was just visiting my best friend Liam Payne for the summer, but I now highly doubt i will ever see him again. I wonder what they want from me, it wont be for something good though I know it. I hear the door open, and foot steps coming towards me, I dont bother to look up from my pants. I hear the terrible sound of a metal chair scrapping across the floor. The sound stops right in front of me, I slowly look up to see someone dressed in all black, black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, yeah you get my point. The boy sitting right in front of me is beautiful, yes i'm gay get over it, brown golden eyes that make you want to jump into them and drowned in pure joy, perfectly styles hair, it looks like he spends a LOT of time on that. "so blondie, your finally awake" he smirks at me, hmm, thats a sexy smirk "why am I here?" I ask sharply, he gets up fron his seat and sits on my lap, "you are here because you are now my..." "your what?" he slowly bring his lips to my ear and whispers "prisoner"

you knew i loved you but you hurt me anyways. The one where Niall is just an innocent & naive 16 year old and his boyfriend Zayn is possessive over him.

'Once in a lifetime you were mine...' or the one where zayn left not only one direction but also niall in pieces. ••• written by; pandalove147 cover by; _guccizayn